[The outburst surprises her. He was all but groveling a minute ago, and now-- He turns, and instinct takes over. She starts forward herself, reaching out and grabbing him by the arm in a tight grip. She pulls him back towards her with a yank.]
Home? Are you joking? That is over a thousand miles from here. [The look she gives him now very clearly details how insane she thinks that is.] Are you planning to walk there?
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Home? Are you joking? That is over a thousand miles from here. [The look she gives him now very clearly details how insane she thinks that is.] Are you planning to walk there?